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the Project	By : theLureln Category: +M through R > Magic: The Gathering Views: 11901 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Magic the Gathering characters or settings, anything else is mine. This story is not being written for profit.

Chapter List
- 1-the Project
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- 9-Nine
- 10-10
- 11-Eleven
- 12-Twelve
- 13-Thirteen
- 14-Fourteen
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  Jace watched Lorissa crawl out from underneath the table with a sense of inevitability. All the work he'd done to put her from his mind for the past few weeks was now pointless. Seeing her in the flesh managed to quash every good intention he had, his cautions to himself banished behind the primitive reactions she brought out of him every time he laid eyes on her. The skirt she was wearing rode up high on her legs, it wasn't a stretch to imagine it slipping a fraction higher and revealing her panties. As she spun around on her knees to face him, he got a perfect view down her silky blouse at her breasts in what looked like a metallic purple bra. He sighed to himself as he got an erection in her presence yet again. Why bother fighting it at all? It seemed like a waste of energy.
            Lorissa stared up at him, acutely aware how stupid she'd looked hitting her head under the table. Being forced to clamber out to face him was only slightly less humiliating, so her voice was waspish as she snapped, "What are you doing here?"
            She didn't recant her earlier thoughts that he'd never bothered to see her, his presence here might indicate she was mistaken but it didn't even occur to her. Too much time had passed for that, she was pragmatic enough to realize he was there for something else.
            Jace knew what she was thinking without even reading her mind. The atmosphere grew even more awkward if possible. It was true he'd known where to find her, also true he hadn't come looking. The last time they'd seen one another was when he'd done a hit and run on her. He silently threatened Niv-Mizzet's head with fiery doom. Well, at least she hadn't brought anything embarrassing up. "Returning the scroll I borrowed from Niv-Mizzet. Why are you here this time of night?"
            Lorissa wobbled to her feet, muttering under her breath about the instability of heels. "Not that it's any of your business, but I'm working on a spell for a mage."
            He titled his head to one side, puzzled. "Can you cast magic?"
            He already knew she couldn't but he shouldn't know that information as far as she was concerned and he didn't want to have her start asking questions. He was also genuinely curious how she had gotten the position without having any power. He could always read her mind, but he was loathe to do that to her. The Dracogenius wasn't all that big on charity and tended to do things for his own benefit. Jace couldn't see the advantage to accepting a person incapable of casting the most mundane spells.
            "Again, not your business," she replied, and with that for an answer he couldn't exactly find out any further information.
            He couldn't blame her for her hostility, things were definitely bizarre and strained between them from the first time they met. Her dismissive attitude made him angry however and to his surprise a little hurt as well. He had no right to feel that way, he was the one who'd chosen to stay away. Unfortunately emotional responses were messy at best, which was why he preferred logic. He held up his hand in a placating gesture. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to intrude."
            "Is that all you do, apologize? I'm sick of your apologies," she snarled at him, finally meeting his gaze, her eyes snapping with anger. "Oh, I forget you're also fond of running away."
            Her fury sparked his own, months of resentment coming to the fore. She'd cost him his peace of mind and had the temerity to criticize him. He took a step forward and in his irritation forgot to reign himself in, his eyes beginning to glow with power. "Perhaps if you'd stay out of my head, there'd be nothing to apologize for or run from."
            Lorissa frowned in confusion, not sure what he meant, distracted by the blazing hue of his eyes, wondering if she should be afraid. "I don't know what you're talking about, but if you think I used some sort of spell on you then you're wrong. I can't cast magic, though that's not something I like admitting to."
            There was the in he'd been looking for so he could question her, he ignored it now, too focused on his anger and her obliviousness. "I think nothing of the sort and I can't believe you're so obtuse."
            Before she could infuriate him any further by asking what he meant, he took two long strides to close the gap between them and kissed her. It wasn't a nice gesture, full of spite and umbrage, a demonstration of his dislike for the influence she had over him. Despite that it also contained passion and desire, the longer it went on the faster the anger was consumed by the lust. It was a fatal miscalculation to have touched her, he dimly realized, aware of a fierce exultation sweeping over him. As his will sank beneath his hunger, he vaguely suspected his own body had betrayed him into doing just that, knowing he'd be unable to withstand holding her again.
            Lorissa was utterly bewildered at this point. In the last five minutes she'd experienced a gamut of emotions. There'd been shock over his abrupt appearance, embarrassment over her compromising position, anger that he'd never contacted her in the last few weeks and yet had the nerve to speak to her as if nothing were amiss, confusion when it turned out he was angry with her, and now to top it all off he was kissing her. The man was walking chaos, utterly mystifying. If she had any sense at all she'd turn and run this very instant. Only, her body wasn't cooperating with her. Even as her mind shrieked a protest, her mouth opened under his with eagerness. The gesture of assent seemed to light a fire in him, suddenly his hands were all over her body and he was pressing her back against the edge of the table. The more he touched her, the less her brain was willing to put up a struggle, and in mere seconds all thought of resistance vanished.
            Jace was tired of settling for whatever was on hand. He wanted her in his bed, where he'd been picturing her for months, sometimes literally with his illusions over the faces of other women. "My house," he growled, and she nodded at him in a daze, thinking he was seeking her consent. She let out a yelp a moment later when the teleportation spell he'd activated carried them from the library to his threshold in the blink of an eye.
            His residence was in a very wealthy section of Ravnica, the exterior gilded and extravagant, soaring up for several stories in marbled splendor. The doors he kicked open were an earthen tone of metal bearing intricate symbols that had to have taken hours to carve. He hauled her into a wide foyer complete with crystalline chandelier and while he shut the doors behind them she glanced ahead to where a few steps led up to an elevated front room. The furnishings looked opulent even from a distance, done in cool tones of blue and black. A hand at her back propelled her forward, and as they gained the stairs that same hand suddenly anchored onto her hip, dragging her down to the floor so her knees were at the foot of the steps and her palms at the top.
            Jace dropped to his knees behind her and pushed up her skirt, muttering, "I've wanted to do that since I saw you under the table."
            Purple panties greeted his avid stare before he slid them aside and stroked one finger deep inside her pussy. She was already drenched from their brief kiss and his stomach clenched with need. "You're always ready for me," he groaned in a guttural voice. Just like he was always ready for her, his cock raging hard, but he kept that revelation to himself since it seemed redundant at this point. Lorissa moaned at the penetration, the sound sent him into a frenzy of excitement and he added another finger inside her before thrusting hard and fast. She let out a gasp of surprise before she began rocking back into his hand, and he reveled in her passion, getting her off right there in the entryway while he watched with hot eyes, the feel of her clenching around his fingers making him grind his teeth in pure longing. As he felt the last of her contractions end, he pulled her underwear down as he freed his dick from his pants. He pushed his cock in to the hilt of that wet pussy, shuddering as her tight heat enveloped him. Then he was bucking into her like a beast, leaning down to run his teeth over the side of her neck, his fingers digging into her hips hard enough to leave bruises. He was rough, almost incapable of gentleness, so consumed with the ecstasy of moving inside her that he was lost to reason. She met his every movement with blind delirium, the stairs biting into her palms as she pushed back to take in all of him.
            The pace was frantic, their bodies starved for one another after so many months, the need so intense it burned. Normally Jace put her satisfaction first but this time he couldn't fight down his own passion. He was thrusting on instinct, his dick throbbing, his own senses lost in fervor, driven willingly by a frightening urge to make her his. No matter how many times he shoved his cock inside her, he couldn't get enough. He wanted more, had to have every last inch of her shuddering around him and under him and over him. He moved faster, desperate now, completely given over to his desire for her, every thrust sending searing pleasure rippling along his spine and throughout his frame. His wildness called to something equally feral in Lorissa, her breath hissing out of her in moans as she easily climaxed once, twice, a third time to the violent force of his hips in a matter of minutes. The way he took her, so full of wanton lust, excited her like nothing else. And always she seemed to want more too, her body clinging to his, pulling him into her pussy deeper with every orgasm. He was torn apart by the pleasure of it, the exquisite pulsing of her body tearing a roar from his chest as he came.
            He barely caught himself in time as he collapsed, dodging to the side so they only partially clipped the stairs, slipping out of her in the process. They landed in a heap half on the floor half on each other, her sprawled across his chest so they were nose to nose. For long seconds they just remained that way, each aware that words seemed to be the enemy. Their knees hurt, they were covered in sweat, their chests heaving from exertion and yet they were experiencing the most acute elation as well as a peculiar sense of completeness. For Jace, who was not only independent but used to living a dangerous life where he could pick up and leave at a moment's notice, the sensation was terrifying. He lifted her off of his chest and hurriedly began righting his clothes, Lorissa watched him with shrewd eyes as she pulled up her panties from where they were tangled around her knees and pushed down her skirt.
            "You're going to run again aren't you," she asked almost tiredly.
            "No," he defensively replied, and it was true. He wasn't going to run. Instead, he reached over, placed a hand on her arm, and teleported them back the library inside Nivix.
            She glanced around them in surprise, her eyes widening in understanding before she turned to him and said, "Don't you dare, we have to talk about-"
            Jace was gone before she could finish that sentence. He felt a little guilty about leaving her there, but he couldn't handle a serious conversation with her right now. He didn't know what he was doing anymore, he kept acting first and thinking last, digging himself into a hole that was threatening to swallow him. He didn't understand what kept drawing them together. Of course he wanted her, that was obvious, but otherwise he didn't really know her at all. She seemed intelligent and funny enough but she had no power whatsoever. He couldn't possibly consider pursuing anything serious with someone like that, she'd never be able to understand his lifestyle and abilities.
            Lorissa meanwhile had reached her limit. She was through letting that man make a fool out of her. She wasn't angry with him so much as herself. He'd never once offered her anything but amazing sex, she was the one who'd thought maybe something might develop. It was stupid of her really. She had two brothers who were pretty frank around her so she knew how men thought at least when it came to intercourse and relationships. His penchant for skipping out on her in such fantastic style did make her mad, however. It was fine if he just wanted to hook up on occasion, but it wasn't okay of him to just blink in and out of her life without any sort of discussion one way or another. In any event, that was the last time she slept with him. She knew she'd said it before, but this time she meant it.

            Planes away, beyond the unpredictable churnings of the Blind Eternities and the inexplicable meanderings of the human heart, two beings stood in deep conversation. The shorter one was waving hands around in an annoyed fashion while speaking, clearly agitated by the news being delivered. "That's the second time he's met up with this girl at Nivix, and I know for a fact he's seen her around the plane as well."
            "I don't see a use for this information yet, although there are possibilities," the larger replied. "What of the other one?"
            "Delivered to New Prahv as you requested. He should be brought to Isperia's attention pretty quickly I'd imagine. He's going to wake up awfully confused and probably angry."
            "Excellent," the figure chuckled, the sound as malicious as it was mirthful. "They'll never think to suspect him of anything since he is unaware of the truth himself."
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